“I think records were just a little bubble through time and those who made a living from them for a while were lucky. There is no reason why anyone should have made so much money from selling records except that everything was right for this period of time. I always knew it would run out sooner or later. It couldn’t last, and now it’s running out. I don’t particularly care that it is and like the way things are going. The record age was just a blip. It was a bit like if you had a source of whale blubber in the 1840s and it could be used as fuel. Before gas came along, if you traded in whale blubber, you were the richest man on Earth. Then gas came along and you’d be stuck with your whale blubber. Sorry mate – history’s moving along. Recorded music equals whale blubber. Eventually, something else will replace it.”
i’ve been thinking about the fact when my nana was born 100 years ago, the industry that employs me did not exist. the government service job that employed her for decades –the draft board — still exists, but just barely (now that we have an all volunteer military).
i wonder what life was really like for my grandparents … not just the social and physical realities … but what was it like spiritually and emotionally? could they have imagined the experiences that their grandchildren would have decades later?
i can feel my ancestors in my bones, in my gut. i can see them too, just looking at my own hands. it is interesting to think about, time and again.